Time says it's me. And you. For me, though, it's definitely not me.
It's my wife.
She puts up with the moody creative, the opinionated marketer, and the frazzled manager that come home every night fighting for the attention of the one exhausted brain inside my head. She makes sure our kids do more than they're supposed to -- and have fun while they're doing it. She holds the whole thing together. She has crossed the continent with me. And I believe she'd do it again. Just, not next week, because it's booked. She is the most amazing friend I've ever had, and is the mother of the two greatest kids on earth.
My Person Of The Year. Every year.